The Monster Monarch System-Chapter 147: Reaping Rewards

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[’Demon Psychic’ soul has been successfully absorbed]

[’Demon Psychic’ can be summoned]

[You have gained Unique Skill: Psionic Burst (B-grade), Psychic Tendril (B-grade), Illusion (B-grade)]

... 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Rem’s wounds rapidly began healing as slimes coursed around them, restoring them to their original form albeit slowly, he barely had any magical energy left after all.

’He didn’t have any forbidden techniques,’ Rem thought while dismissing the tab of the Monster Monarch System, ’That’s one less of a problem for me,’

The wounds he had sustained weren’t deep so the slimes were able to heal them in a minute’s duration, Rem soon stood up and looked down on his clothing – some parts had slash marks, some damaged by the blue energy, in other words, his clothes were ruined.

"Rem!" Megan shouted at the top of her voice, Rem could feel the worry in her voice. She soon arrived at his side and saw that he remained unharmed... despite having engaged in a battle that sent cracks throughout the surrounding area.

Her eyes went over to the pool of blood and the remnants of the demon nearly made her throw up – she had never seen such a gory scene up close before. Rem sighed as he noticed her reaction but he didn’t say anything.

’There’s only one more demon left,’ Rem thought, ’That one...’

He still shuddered, just thinking about the final demon sent shivers down his spine... Zarchary was on an entirely different level from the others and Rem didn’t even have a hint of what kind of power he possessed.

He turned to face Megan and began admonishing her – she had rushed blindly into the battlefield despite feeling the magical energy in the air and how dangerous it was... He wasn’t sure if he had ever seen her so confident before.

"You could have gotten hurt," Rem said, "Why did you come out here anyway?"

The Monster army had always been a last resort – if he couldn’t beat an Opponent with the skills in his arsenal, he would use the army that he had steadily been expanding.

"You asked for the Shortsword then vanished, I felt tremors and was worried about you," Megan replied with teary eyes, "I... didn’t... know... what... to... do,"

Rem sighed and lifted her into his arms, taking her into a princess carry.

’I can’t be angry at her,’ Rem thought with a sigh, he looked back at the cave that the Demon had been resting in and soon looked away – it had been blown up entirely, ’There’s no way I can secure anything from that wreckage,’

Without hesitation, he leaped into the air and began advancing with the now broken stone pillars – heading back to the camp.

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Rem sat with his back against the wall of the tent, he was in a meditative posture and his eyes were peeled shut – Megan looked at him and sighed dejectedly, she didn’t want to interrupt him despite the fact that he was owing her a massage.

’Zarchary said something about a reawakening,’ Rem thought in silence, his mind drifting to the battles he had gotten into upon entering the B-grade dungeon. His body was far more acquainted to fighting and Rem felt far stronger than he had ever been but there was still something holding him back – like a wall, a barrier limiting his strength...

Rem’s eyes snapped open and he lay on the ground, clenching his palm with force.

’I need to reawaken,’ Rem thought, the System interface unfolded before his eyes once again and he searched through the different tabs, he still couldn’t find anything about reawakening... almost like he hadn’t met the requirements for it yet.

He was pulled out of his thoughts as the Older girl finally grew impatient.

"Rem?"

"Yes?"

"We had a deal," Megan said with an adorable crimson blush painting her cheeks.

It took Rem some seconds to realize what she was talking about, and a smile tugged at his lips.

"You’re so adamant to let me touch your body," Rem said, causing her blush to intensify, "But it was a deal, come to my side,"

Megan obediently rose from her side of the tent, approaching Rem with slow steps – the tension in the air rose with each step she took closer to Rem, the blush painting her cheeks soon covered her face, turning her as red as a tomato.

She lay on the ground next to Rem, her face turned away from the Apprentice... she couldn’t bring herself to face him as he performed his massage.

Rem concentrated soul energy into his fingers, their figures lighting up in a pale ethereal light as he pressed them against Megan’s waist. The clothes that she wore weren’t able to hinder the effects of his fingers as Megan released a gasp.

’Fuckk...’ She explained inwardly, unwilling to say such a word in front of Rem. Sweat dripped down her beautiful face as Rem continued massaging her waist, he didn’t find anything wrong with it.

"Rem~"

A cute moan escaped her lips and Megan immediately shut her mouth right after she said that, her tomato face reddened even further.

Rem was far too engrossed in his thoughts to notice her moan, he mentally prepared himself for the battle that was going to happen...

"Faster~"

Another obscene moan escaped from her lips and Rem’s eyes darted towards her face, Megan’s reaction was quick as she pressed her face into the ground, quickly evading his eyes.

Rem pushed more soul energy into his fingertips and increased his speed, making sure to reach every part of her round waist... Megan pushed her hands against her lips, her attempts to hide her moans being successful.

’Fuck, I feel it building up,’ Megan thought, she was on the brink... on the brink of pleasure, her legs were about to give out beneath her – she never imagined feeling so much pleasure from Rem’s arms but as abruptly as the pleasure had started, it had stopped.

Megan turned to face Rem, her lips quivering.

"Why did you stop?" Megan asked.

Rem shrugged before standing up.

"Your time’s up," Rem said and went over to the side, "Let’s get some sleep, tomorrow is going to be a big day,"

Megan clenched her fists, the pressure had stopped building up within her although the wet patch on her clothing was unmistakable.

’I’ll ask for another spar tomorrow,’ Megan thought as she lay on the ground, unable to forget the feeling of Rem’s fingers against her waist.

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Author’s Note:

I guess I should tag the book R-18 after all... Anyway keep up the support people!